[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Road North of Salarn, Day Two[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] The Re-Revised Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	The itinerant brawler known as Keystone brushed back as much silt and mud from their prospective resting areas as he could manually. It was mostly a token gesture, and mostly pointless in hindsight. But it was doing something for the purposes of making their crispy temporary habitat slightly more homely. He grabbed a few edibles from his pack, suited to the lack of firemaking conditions. Luckily, Keystone was an adept Foodsmith and stocked accordingly. 

	He opened various moderately sized packages, revealing what he intended for his supper that evening. Keystone presented yet more in the way of hardtack, but supplemented it with chubs of hard sausage with a mottled white casing and slices of desiccated pears. It was, by [i]absolutely no means[/i], the giant, hot meal for which he had hoped. But it was more than he had gotten lately. A low fire still burned in the hearth, off to one side. If was enough to provide a little light and heat, but Keystone didn't want to risk cooking on it. Being warm and having a meal seemed the priority over only having a warm meal. 

	Keystone stood, looking around at those of his group taking shelter in that dirty, charred building. What an interesting group of outcasts and ne'er-do-wells he'd fallen in with. Glancing outside, he wondered what the rest of these outcasts were doing standing about in the hard, pouring rain. He walked just outside the building to recover his pots, washed almost clean by the torrential rain. The slightest bit of motion fixed the rest of it. He reset them, hoping to collect rainwater enough to fully refill his stores of potable. 

	Once done, the broad man looked to the rest of his party that had not yet chosen to enter the relative comfort of the building. [color=b8860b]"Oi! Whenever you lot're done kissin', I got some eats set up inside! ...ain't got the sense to come in out o' the bloody rain..."[/color]

	Just for the hell of it, Keystone set two medium sized sugar yams neatly into a cooler section of the hearth. Just a little something for himself. He figured he deserved it.